Wild Dare

Chapter Five

The cage surrounds me a few minutes later. I have crawled into it obediently and curled up on the duvet that lines the bottom of it. Before the door closes, my owner slides in a china pot and explains what it is for, making me blush as I think about squatting over it and expelling my waste. The door clangs shut and locks automatically and then, after a while, the bedroom lights flicker out and darkness descends like a cloak.

I wake with a start, confused and disorientated, eyes staring into the blackness. All I can hear is a faint but steady breathing sound but that reassures me as I remember who that is just a few feet away, lying comfortably in his massive bed. A wry smile flits across my face before I realise that I have woken for a reason: my bladder is full and needs emptying. Blushing, even though nobody is there to watch me, I locate the chamber pot and position it under my bottom then try and relax. It takes a minute or so but then my flow begins and I hiss a little as my sore, beaten pussy lips twinge with pain. The noise that the pee makes is surprisingly loud as it splashes down into the china and I am grateful when I finish at last. Automatically, I go to wipe myself but then chuckle grimly. No toilet paper and nowhere to wash my hands either. Also, I realise that I have to live with the scent of my own bodily waste as I curl back up and drift slowly away into dream land once again.

Sir wakes me in the morning by running his hands across the metal bars, making them thrum with life. I jerk upwards, memories flooding back again as I stare up at him, eyes feasting greedily on his dangling cock as he opens the door and beckons me out. Stiff and cramped, I hurry to obey, wincing as my abused flesh aches. Stiff-legged like a new-born foal, I follow him into the bathroom, carrying the chamber pot and set it down on the countertop before bending right over and, face flaming red, pushing out the anal plug into his hand.

"A bigger one after you shower, Pet," Sir announces and I flinch at the thought, rectal ring already feeling quite sore and uncomfortable after suffering all through the night with the intrusive object. Then I am forgetting all about that future threat as I am offered the simple pleasure of sitting down on the toilet and using it. The catch is that my master is there watching me. He even tells me to spread my legs wider so that he can see the rush of my golden offering better and I comply, almost feeling proud that he wants to do so. I am less enamoured that he keeps watching as I strain to move my bowels and I know that my face must look like a beetroot as my solid waste drops down into the water below. His hand grips my face and forces me to look at him and a solitary tear rolls down my cheek at the shame.

"You are mine, Pet. Every part of you and that includes your shit and your piss. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I reply, trembling slightly at the knowledge that he desires everything about me. He inches forward and, for a single, sublime moment, I think he is going to kiss me but instead his tongue flickers out and licks up my tear, scooping it away from my skin and into his mouth.

"And most especially your tears, Pet. Of which there will be many more, I am sure as your training continues!" he adds, straightening up and ordering me to crawl into the huge shower cubicle against the far wall.

He follows me in and I watch his prick lengthen and jut up towards the ceiling as he orders me to tongue his shaven ball sac. I lick and lave at the soft skin, sucking each ball in turn into my mouth before I follow his commands and run the tip of my tongue up his long shaft and slide it over his engorged plum, savouring the taste of his cock. He holds my head still between his strong hands and fucks my mouth, sliding his length in and out as I try not to gag when it pushes threateningly against the back of my throat.

"Another thing to train you up in, Pet," he whispers and my nub throbs in eager anticipation as I imagine taking all of his impressive prick deep down inside my throat.

I am disappointed when he stops suddenly and leaves me there crouching on the cool shower tray while he steps out after telling me to shut my eyes tightly. He returns just a few moments later and I feel his hardness brush over my cheeks before he pushes it back inside my mouth once more. I lick away avidly then start slightly as something cool flows down over my hair and face, trickling further down and coating my breasts. The smell hits me a second or so later and a deep feeling of shame fills me up completely as I realise that he is pouring the contents of the chamber pot over me. My reaction seems strange even to me as I redouble my efforts on his swollen knob: sucking harder on the slightly salty flesh, tasting his maleness deep in my mouth as he pushes in deep. I am coated in my own essence, smelling my waste as I suck avidly on his cock, loving the sensation as it slides in and out, teasing my soft lips with his hardness before it threatens my throat.

I hear the bowl settle down beside me on the shower floor and then his hands grip my hair hard and he fucks my mouth, using me like the slave I am. I gag as his knob pushes into my throat hard, owning me. I try to breathe and snort in through my nostrils as his flat stomach bangs against my forehead as all of his immense prick is now ensconced inside me. Savage thrusts strain my will to endure as the slap slap of flesh echoes through the shower. I feel his shaft swell slightly and then twitch inside my mouth and he spears in further and I am suffocating in his salty sperm as it jets out from his cock and fills my throat and mouth. My clit tingles and throbs with need as he holds me tight against him, making me accept his length as his spunk continues to erupt: hot and sweet with desire just like I am between my thighs.

I am almost disappointed when he withdraws even though it gives me the chance to snatch in desperate breaths and swallow down his creamy offering as more gobbets of sticky sperm shower down upon my face while I look up at him in dark delight. He chuckles slightly as he reads my expression then wipes his cock over my face demeaningly before he switches on the shower and orders me to wash him all over.

Humiliation follows as, after I have cleaned him, I am ordered to bend over and then my master examines my bottom hole closely before spanking me hard a few times.

"Go and use the toilet again!" he commands and I scurry out of the shower and sit down on the seat, only too conscious of his eyes staring at me through the glass. A wave of heat engulfs me as my waste drops down into the bowl and I pee afterwards then wipe carefully before he barks at me to get back into the shower. Sir steps out after fiddling with the temperature dial and I am left to shiver in freezing coldness as he dries himself off with a towel. I hurry to wash, soaping up my breasts and slit and between my cheeks out of the cold cascade before I step back into it, trying not to squeal as it pummels me with icy fingers.

A warm towel enfolds me when I come out and I sigh with pleasure, almost crying at the sensuous feeling as he rubs it on my freezing skin until I am dry again. I bend right over again, blushing as I know his eyes are focused my exposed crinkled furrow and the pink gash of my slit. A dribble of something leaks down my crack and then his fingers rub it into my anus before he slides another silvery butt plug in. This one is bigger again and stretches me more and my discomfort is added to by the fact that the oily substance he is using as lubrication begins to tingle and burn my delicate membranes. I hiss in discomfort as it slides all the way up inside my bottom, pushed remorselessly there by Sir's fingers.

"Keep it there or I will have to punish you," he whispers into my ear, smacking my arse hard on each cheek after he tells me to stand up straight and put my hands behind my back. Cuffs suddenly encircle both my wrists and are linked together and so I am helpless.

A rush of pleasure seethes up through my senses as I realise that and I blush slightly as I follow his orders and walk two paces behind him as we head out of the bedroom and down the oaken staircase to the ground floor. Why does being unable to resist excite me? I have no idea. It just does and always has ever since I started to think about sex during my teenage years. Perhaps it was the early experiences during foster care? An older boy in one house, son of the foster mother, who had deliberately strayed into the bathroom one day and watched me showering whilst playing with himself. I had only become aware of him when I had turned the shower off, swivelling round to pick up a towel and seeing his empurpled cock. A sudden spray of his white spunk all over my thighs and hip then he had vanished like a wraith before I had had time to scream.

A few days later when he had materialised in my room during the night and, without demur, I had let him slide his cock between my lips. The sweet relish of sucking on the bulbous end and then the sudden salty sperm sluicing down my throat when he had come...making me tingle all over at pleasing him. I think his mother must have cottoned on after a couple of weeks because I was hurriedly removed and passed on to the next foster parents in a long line, learning to try and please in the only way I knew how. My lips and mouth had become expert at accepting cocks, savouring their different tastes and sucking them all dry before they could dream of anything more. Most making me kneel down in front and lick away at their lengths, some straddling me and crushing my small breasts down as their pricks bobbed against my lips then showered me with hot cream while a few spanked me first hard, making me wriggle and squirm before sliding their thicknesses between my cheeks and coming over my sore arse.

My brief reminiscence comes to an abrupt halt as we enter the kitchen, a vast expanse of glossy cabinets and quartz worktops where the tempting aroma of food assails my nostrils.

"Good morning, Mrs Castle," states my master and instantly I try and cover up my nakedness as best I can. It is an ineffectual effort at best with my hands secured behind my back although I do turn away so that the tall, middle-aged lady, who is frying bacon on the hob, smiles slightly. Sir swivels round and notices my reaction and sighs deeply then snaps at me not to be so silly. His hand grabs my hair and pulls me close then I am pushed down over the nearest worktop and ordered to remain there as he explains that the woman is his housekeeper and used to his ways.

"You haven't got anything that I haven't seen before, girl," Mrs Castle remarks in a soft Dorset burr. "Although I must say that she does look the prettiest pet you have had for a while, Sir!"

A sudden flood of misery enters me as I take in her remarks and realise that I am not his first. I sneer at myself for being so stupid as to think I could be. Perhaps I am not even the only one? Has he got other girls submitting to his every whim like I will? If so, then I am determined to be the best, the most obedient, the most willing to do anything for him and I wait patiently, bending over the kitchen counter as he rummages in a drawer.

"Your reaction was poor, Pet. You are mine now and I will take you where I like and show you off to whomever I wish. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sir," I hurry out, mouth drying up as I notice that he now has a large wooden spoon in his hand. He taps it on my bare bottom for emphasis as he adds that my body is now his possession.

"If I wish to entertain the neighbourhood and march you stark naked down the street then you will do it...and hold your head up proudly when I command it so that you can stare all the watchers in the eye as they feast on your beauty, Pet!"

"Yes, Sir," I whisper this time, swallowing hard as I envisage being the cynosure of all eyes. Would he really do such a thing?

The spoon suddenly smacks me hard on the arse, sending a stinging pain shooting through my soft buttocks and driving all other thoughts out of my head. A rapid tattoo of strokes land and make me hiss in pain but I try to control myself even as my face floods bright red with embarrassment as I just know that the housekeeper is watching me being beaten. The sting is sharp and fierce on my bottom and I clench my teeth as well as my cheeks, biting back any squeals as my master strikes my bare flesh hard. Heat suffuses my skin and slithers through me, making my clitoris throb with desire until I am told to part my thighs wide and then suffer as the hard wood hits my softness time and time again. It is all I can do to endure the agonising sting and tears spill from my eyes, rolling down my cheeks then dripping down onto the worktop.

I am so relieved when the spoon dances away from my labia and begins on the back of my thighs instead, reddening the delicate flesh there rapidly before it returns to my arse and whips down hard and true. A dozen really hard strokes of the heavy wood that make me gasp out loud, hands tightening into little fists of pain, knuckles as white as snow until the spoon clatters down onto the kitchen counter and a hand slides between my thighs and explores the soaking wetness of my pussy. Within seconds, I am on the verge of exploding into rapture but Sir knows that and takes his fingers away before hauling me upright and leading me over to an open space by the back door.

"On all fours, Pet, so that you can eat your breakfast," he states firmly and I sink down ineptly, all too aware of the plug in my bottom and the fact that my hands are behind my back. A silvery bowl slides in front of me and I stare down at the chopped up pieces of bacon and scrambled egg almost in bemusement until my master pats my head once and instructs me that I can eat. The spell breaks and I am soon chewing away after chasing the food round the bowl like the house pet that I am. I don't care how demeaning it is to eat out of a bowl on the floor instead of sitting up at a table. This is what my master wishes for me and so I will obey.

Another bowl appears, placed by my side by the housekeeper, and I lap at the water inside, spilling some and getting wet at first until I master the technique. I return to the food and eat more, ravenously hungry as I realise that I have not eaten for some considerable time. I almost forget about my burning buttocks and the plug snugly insinuated into my anus as I devour the bacon and egg gratefully, chasing the final few pieces round and round the bowl until I can catch them before I drink more of the water.

"Not too messy for a first attempt," murmurs Mrs Castle, bending down and wiping my mouth with a wet cloth. I flush at being treated as if I was a baby once more then stand awkwardly and trail after my master when he commands me to. A short walk down the hall and then into what I presume is his study. I look round the oak-panelled room and my eyes widen as I recognise various items lining the shelves on the far wall. Egyptian statuettes and ancient amphorae presumably from Greece or Rome are on display along with some fragments of hieroglyphic tablets while a magnificent wall painting from an Egyptian's tomb hangs above the massive desk.

Tears fill my eyes as I remember my parents suddenly and think how they would have loved to examine the collection and discuss it with Sir. It is something else that we share, I realise with a little flare of excitement. Not only is he into teaching me to be his pet but also my master has an interest in the ancient world too. I am about to open my mouth and say so when I notice the strange figure standing immobile to the left of his desk. A contraption of wire shaped like a human and it fascinates me, meaning that I cannot take my eyes away from it even as Sir comes and releases my hands from the uncomfortable cuffs.